 (Chris Rice)
What am I gonna be
When I grow up?
And how am I gonna make
My mark in history?
And what are they gonna
Write about me when I'm gone?
These are the questions
That shape the way
I think about what matters
But I have no guarantee
Of my next heartbeat
And my world's too big
To make a name for myself
And what if no one wants
To read about me when I'm gone?
It seems to me that right now's
The only moment that matters
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures
On the canvas of my head and
Come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment
The power of a moment
In Your kingdom
Where the least is greatest
The weak are given strength
And fools confound the wise
And forever brushes up
Against a moment's time
Leaving impressions
And drawing me into
What really matters
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures
On the canvas of my head and
Come write Your wisdom on my heart
Teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment
The power of a moment, yeah
I get so distracted
By my bigger schemes
Show me the importance
Of the simple things
Like a word, a seed, a thorn
A nail and a cup of cold water
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures
On the canvas of my head and
Come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment
The power of a moment
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures
On the canvas of my head and
Come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment
The power of a moment
The power of, the power of
The power of a moment, yeah
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